Lies
Have you ever heard of the boy who cried wolf,
The one who died in the end?
Well the idea is,
Is that if you lie,
You will die.
Eventually. . . .
Just like the kid who fell,
Told on another kid who, always, sits, alone.
And told that HE was the one who pushed him,
The one kid that gets left out,
Finally gets put in,
In a world that is full of blame,
Without love,
Without any sort of expression.
That is why,
The boy who cried wolf died.
Imagine a world of black and white,
Where your voice echoes, through day and night.
A day where all your sorrows come together,
To become your misery.
And long ago...
When simplest days existed.
There was a time that you could be happy,
You could be expressful,
You could tell people what you wanted,
What you wanted to be,
Become.
Share.
But now...
The world is silent.
No more voices.
No more talent.
Just a time where our lies,
Are our eyes.
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